The Visit
It went wrong,
two days to visit my former life
as a Londoner.
Old men in East End pubs
knew my past
but the tour bus
did not pass that way.
Trips around Buckingham Palace,
the Tower of London,
no time to visit the grey hovels
of a hobbled childhood.
London forgot to be me.
My childhood buried too deep
to find word of itself.
After the sight-seeing
we drove to the high moors
and green hills,
places where my footprints
could still be traced on local maps.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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